My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 117

"It's nothing!" I shook my head. I didn't eat anything at the dinner party, so naturally, I felt a little hungry.

I looked at Minnie and asked, "Is there anything to eat at home?"

"Yes, yes!" As she spoke, she ran into the kitchen and came out with a pot of stewed eggs and chicken.

I was a little surprised. I looked up at Minnie and said, "Minnie, it's midnight now. What's the deal with

these dishes..."

It was amazing that it could still be warm at this time.

She smiled and said, "Master Hendrix called and told me that you didn't eat anything at the party, and

that you would be hungry when you return."

Confused, I didn't know what to think for a brief while.

Who did he actually care about? The child or me?

Muffling sounds of pain could be heard from outside. Minnie served me a bowl of rice, still worried

about Hendrix, "I think we should call the police."

I shook my head and chewed slowly, "There's no need forthat."

The two of them were evenly matched; they wouldn't die just from fighting each other.

About half an hour later, there was no more movement outside. Then, someone started up the car

engine, and Hendrix came in a few minutes later.

I had already finished my meal by then. Noticing that my belly was indeed a lot bigger than before, I

made a mental note that I should go to the hospital the next day for the maternity checkup.

"Oh, lord!" Minnie was cleaning up in the kitchen and had been paying attention to the situation outside.

So, as soon as Hendrix came in, she rushed over to check his state.

I was sitting on the sofa and looked over. There were bruises and bits of blood on Hendrix's handsome

face, but he was still standing upright. Overall, he was fine.

Minnie hurried away to look for some ointments to treat him. I looked away from Hendrix after I had

assessed his initial state. When Minnie was back to the living room, I stood up and casually said, "It's

quite late. I'll call it a night now."

Minnie opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything.

I went up the stairs, ignoring Hendrix's deep gaze.

On some things, the more I took the initiative to get close to him, the cheaper I seemed. I hid some

things from him, but would it matter? He always did the same to me.

Hendrix was smoking on the balcony when I came out of the bathroom. He seemed lonely and distant

on that balcony.

I took a glance at him lightly and moved my eyes away. I sat down in front of the vanity for my skincare

routine.

I didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked before he returned to our room. But he just looked at

me indifferently and went straight into the bathroom.

It was already late. After drying my hair, I laid down on the bed and went to sleep.

A relationship like ours was probably destined to be like this.

The summer night in Ucrebury was a little too serene. However, all the other living things would come

out at night to have fun together. The moonlight shone through the window into the bedroom, bright and

eye-catching.

All of a sudden, I felt uncomfortable. I moved slightly but was held down by a pair of hands.

I had completely woken up, realizing that Hendrix was forcing himself on me.

Half-opening my eyes, I said, "I wouldn't react to you when I was awake. Do you think it'll make a

difference if I was asleep?"

His body stiffened, and his dark eyes filled with ferocious anger, "Are you trying to take revenge on This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

me?"

I was still a little sleepy, so I closed my eyes, "No need forthat."

He sneered and became somewhat rude, "Well, in that case, we haven't been doing it enough."

I frowned and thought that sure enough, beneath his gentleman mask, he was just like a monster;

scurvy and despicable.

I bit my lip and endured it without making a sound. "Didn't you say that you wouldn't have any

reaction?" Noticing that something was off, Hendrix sneered, "Is it just your excuse to reject me?"

I didn't say anything and let him do what he wanted.

The clock ticked. He turned on the lights by the bedside table and was ready to take me into the

bathroom as usual.

Then when his eyes fell on me, he frowned. His hand, which was on my lower abdomen, tightened.

He looked into my eyes and asked, his voice rough, "Why didn't you say anything?"